As I look out of my window over the beautiful Texas Hill County, I am struck by the seeming change in season that is coming. There are more birds in the area looking for nesting sites for a warm winter. The deer are fattening up for the winter and seem slower (or maybe I am getting faster). The Crape Myrtle's leaves are turning, and in the air--the smell of pumpkin pie is replacing Bill's fajitas and Dad's Labor Day bloodburgers as the U.S. Open is a topic of boring adult conversationin the background. We have been told of a few upcoming visits from friends and family that I am totally looking forward to. May God bless you in this season and in the many seasons to come.
Peace,
Mos
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